[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans":3,"chapter-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-117":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1297681,1723,"Chapter 117: Blade Meets Sugar—A Total Whiplash","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-117",117,"\u003Cp>The grand and mournful music gradually faded away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without any preamble, the large silver screen directly cut to a fiery, high-stakes confrontation scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within the palace, candlelight flickered dimly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Feng, playing the old emperor, sat upright on the dragon throne. His thumb rubbed a jade thumb ring of exceptional quality, his face as calm as still water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing below him was Zhao Xueling, playing the empress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her back was ramrod straight, her magnificent robes shimmering brilliantly under the candlelight. Only the fingertips hidden within her sleeves trembled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We have heard that the Imperial Brother-in-Law has been… quite active at the border recently.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Feng's voice was not loud, yet it carried the oppressive aura of one long accustomed to supreme authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Xueling's head snapped up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Majesty is wise. My brother's heart is solely devoted to the state, without a shred of disloyalty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that so?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Feng chuckled lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Crack!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crisp sound rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The jade thumb ring was slammed heavily onto the red sandalwood desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is his heart devoted to the state… or to his family?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sharp sound was like a judge's gavel, striking directly at the heart of everyone in the screening room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Xueling's knees buckled, and she fell to the floor, her forehead knocking heavily against the cold, golden bricks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This consort's life and family are entirely tied to Your Majesty. I would never dare deceive you in the slightest!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only two minutes into the opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clash between the two top-tier actors instantly saturated the atmosphere with the treacherous, convoluted intrigue of palace politics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screening room fell deathly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the most critical film critics held their breath, forcibly dragged into this oppressive world of imperial power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci lounged lazily against the back of his seat, completely out of sync with the tense atmosphere around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze was not directed at the large silver screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, in the darkness, he silently scanned the audience seats in the front rows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third row, middle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That Zhang Rui, the famously sharp-tongued \"Iron Pen Judge,\" was pushing her black-framed glasses up her nose, leaning forward in her seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was her signature posture when she was completely immersed in a story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the media section on the left, several young female journalists had already forgotten to take notes, the glow from their phone screens long extinguished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci mentally counted the seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more oppressive the political intrigue at the beginning, the tighter the audience's nerves would be wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then would the impact of that \"White Moonlight\" appearance later be truly explosive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty minutes later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plot shifted into a flashback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The oppressive, somber palace scenes abruptly transformed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The large silver screen unfurled a vast, boundless grassland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky was as clear as if washed, with low-hanging white clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A magnificent white horse, swift as lightning, cleaved through the green waves of grass, galloping from the depths of the frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the horse's back was a young man in moon-white riding attire, his spirit soaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reined in his horse and turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the camera, he revealed a smile brighter than the grassland sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pure, blazing, without a trace of shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the stifling screening room, the air seemed to be torn open by this smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience, suffocated for twenty minutes, finally found their breathing rhythm again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was breathtaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Rui's previously tense mouth unconsciously relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had watched countless films and seen too many newcomers whose eyes were filled with naked ambition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this young man on screen was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were clear and transparent, like a spring whose bottom was visible at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few suppressed gasps came from the back rows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing these sounds, Jiang Ci's index finger, resting on his knee, tapped lightly once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White Moonlight anchor point, successfully established.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, the real \"killing blow\" began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scenes on the silver screen flowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young general dismounted, his movements crisp and graceful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked towards the young princess not far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Su Qingying, not yet tainted by the decay of the palace, carried an air of aloofness mixed with the unique, dignified nobility of a royal maiden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Princess, please mount the horse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's voice, rendered by the Dolby sound system, was clear and bright, with a trace of barely perceptible caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extended his hand, gently supporting Su Qingying's elbow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A close-up shot perfectly captured his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers were slender, his knuckles distinct. His movements were restrained and proper, yet they radiated a sense of reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This extreme sense of tension instantly shattered the defenses of countless female audience members present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh my god… this is too pure…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A girl in the back row covered her mouth, her voice leaking through her fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On screen, the two of them and the horse strolled across the grassland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind rose, their clothing hems tangling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A'Gu,\" Su Qingying's voice was as soft as a dream whisper, \"do you think… we can be like this forever?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hearts of everyone in the screening room hung in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They anticipated that promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sweet lie about \"forever.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, the young man stopped walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned and looked up, his gaze locking onto the maiden on horseback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not answer immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he reached out, naturally and effortlessly, and gently tucked a stray strand of hair, tousled by the wind, behind her ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This detail, not in the original script, saw its lethality increase exponentially under the magnification of the large screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the VIP seats at the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Qingying sat beside Qin Feng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she saw this scene, the fingers resting on her armrest suddenly curled tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sensation from that day of filming, across months of time, transmitted itself clearly throughout her entire body once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On screen, Jiang Ci finally spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes held the entire starry river of the grassland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Princess, do not speak of 'forever'.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was light, yet heavy as a thousand pounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"'Forever' is too long.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I only want 'now'.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As long as you are by my side now, that is enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An extreme sweetness, mixed with an indescribable sense of inescapable fate, permeated the entire screening room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Rui took off her glasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She rubbed the bridge of her nose, which felt slightly sore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a film critic long immune to artificial, saccharine romance, she had, for the first time in ages, experienced the feeling of a heart flutter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the purest love, grown from the very soul of the character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made one unable to resist believing that such beautiful feelings truly existed in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm shipping this CP so hard! They absolutely must have a happy ending!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Puppy General x Aloof Princess, a perfect match!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Listening to the gradually heating discussions around him, the corner of Jiang Ci's mouth lifted into a cold, sharp arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweetness was always as fleeting as fireworks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The film's pace abruptly accelerated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The border reported emergencies, barbarian tribes invaded, court infighting intensified, military provisions were withheld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>News of the old general's death in battle reached the capital, and the entire nation donned mourning white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once vibrant, carefree young man was forced to grow up overnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The color palette of the large screen shifted from warm to cold, until it was utterly frozen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grim, austere military camp. A biting cold wind whipped the tattered military flag bearing the character \"Gu,\" making it snap violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the commander's tent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young general was donning his armor alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moon-white robe was cast aside, replaced by heavy, cold, black iron armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera panned from bottom to top, slowly and cruelly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combat boots, knee guards, waist cincher, breastplate…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each additional piece of armor, a fraction of his youthful spirit was worn away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he finally put on the helmet and tightened the red tassel under his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The A'Gu who had laughed freely on the grassland died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What survived was the Great Xia's lone general, burdened with national and familial hatred, about to march towards a certain death—General Gu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned, facing the camera.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sweet, saccharine atmosphere in the screening room froze solid in that second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was still the same face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the eyes that once held galaxies of stars now contained only unwavering resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A girl in the front row tilted her popcorn bucket, spilling it all over the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn't bother to clean it up, instinctively clutching her chest as a vague, dull ache began to spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No… I have a bad feeling about this…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's not going to die, is he? Screenwriter, have a heart!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sense of unease spread rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The audience keenly sensed the direction the plot was taking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That young man who said \"I only want now\" probably truly… would never have a \"forever.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1482,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.556Z",1,"novelbin.me","94dd5b9c142de6de559189f4ad56d0bf2dbffd3d426b9a74c6da1b75c3c6f590","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-118","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-116",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]